#and there's something quite delicious about the thought that at their core they are more similar than they are different

[killuintense]

olá!, gostaria de fazer um pedido, onde leon e o leitor estão em um momento íntimo +18 e o leitor acaba esguichando nele 👉👈(se puder, pois o leitor é mais novo que o leon) ♡🧸

❝ delicious ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: Leon didn't let you forget how skilled he was with his fingers.

content: 1.4k words smut, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, fem squirt, degradation kink, worship, also sweet Leon, little fluff, needy dom Leon.

note: it is the first time that i write about squirts and i found it very fun and interesting to do it! i hope i have described it as accurately as possible, it really is a difficult feeling to explain, haha. anyway, i hope you liked it, sweetheart, thanks for trusting me ♡

It was supposed to be a quiet and cozy evening, you spoiling Leon and relaxing with him in bed while you watched movies and pampered each other. That's what you thought it would be but now you were writhing on the bed with tears in your eyes threatening to come out as Leon rubbed your swollen clit over and over again with his fingers wet with your fluids, while his cock moved lazily inside you, as if he wanted to stimulate you little by little but with the struggle of not wanting to come inside you. He had cum in you seconds before and you joined him, leaving his back completely red from the scratches. And you didn't know if it was because of the distance that had passed during those weeks where he had had to attend to work matters, but he refused to come out of you claiming that he needed to feel you until he got tired.

And he was getting what he wanted, getting rock hard inside you again as the seconds ticked by. Wasn't he content to give you an orgasm so strong it left you in a feverish state, almost fainting? Apparently not, and now the wet sounds were a little more intense, needing to move a little deeper but not ramming you with the force of a few minutes before. "Leon, f-for God's sake stop" your voice sounded broken and shaky, and your eyes were wet and watery, whimpering as best you could when he brought one of his large hands to your sensitive neck, squeezing firmly but not quite suffocating you.

"Sh..." he hissed, licking his lips as his fingers made increasingly frantic movements on your swollen core. He was too self-absorbed watching you squirm and squeezing it so hard that he felt privileged to have your walls smothering his cock with such vigor. He loved how, in desperation of not knowing what to do with so much pleasure, you brought your hands to your tits and squeezed them, mistreating your hard, red nipples from so much groping. "Why are you asking me to stop, fuck" he gave a loud lunge, almost growling, opening you wider "You're moaning like a fucking bitch in heat and you want me to stop, damn it, you punish me" the growl turned to a laugh when he felt you shaking harder than usual.

And is that... you could feel the tip of his cock hit you in that very specific spot with such precision, feeling your juices mixing with his cum still inside you. Fuck, you felt it still hot, dripping and leaking out of you every time he gently pulled out and pushed back in. Leon took his hand off your neck to grab one of your thighs and place it on his shoulder, pulling out completely and back in again; almost feeling addicted to watching his cum dripping out of your pussy and helping the thick sound become more constant.

"Leon!" you sobbed, begging him for mercy "Fuck, stop!" you curved your back throwing your head back, soon you felt your gaze cloud over. It was... different. Different in so many ways that you were scared, almost as if you wanted to stop everything and go to the bathroom to see what the fuck was going on, because that wasn't an orgasm like any other. And, while Leon had made you cum in so many ways you lost count, the tingling sensation and total tightness in your belly was different, as if something more was coming out than just that clear liquid you denoted every time you cum around Leon. Each time Leon came and came harder and harder, more liquid came out of you. "Love, this is different..." your cheeks were hot like never before and totally stained by your tears "It feels weird, please..." your dry mouth and chest rising and falling from your irregular breathing.

"Let it go, princess" he kissed your thigh, biting it gently and sucking without any kindness "Trust me, it will feel good..." he gasped, his pelvis moving harder, moving out and in, his fingers now defiling not only your clitoris but your pussy completely, running his fingers along your lower lips, going up and down. However, that last movement spelled your doom, as he pulled out of you and without much effort, slipped back in, causing a weeping, dripping head to impact your sweet spot.

Your legs trembled, your voice went away for a few seconds and you let yourself go without thinking that you would completely wet the sheets with that deep orgasm that felt like a beating in your whole organism. Everything was spinning around you, making it hard for you to regain consciousness and yet, despite everything, you did not stop feeling that sensation of fullness that having Leon inside you gave you... you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about having him inside you forever, and at times like that you could almost be sure you recognized every protruding vein on his fucking cock.

It took you a few minutes to come back to yourself, and when you did you lifted your body, propping yourself up as best you could on your elbows, seeing the large wet spot on the sheets. Leon's thighs were wet and so were yours. What the fuck had happened and how did you manage to come so far with your orgasm...?

"Feeling better?" the sweet voice of Leon woke you from your little dream, making you look at him pitifully, stammering apologies not knowing what else to say. You had soaked him completely "I had to stop because I was going to cum so much that it was going to be twice as hard for you to clean yourself afterwards" he confessed, kissing your thigh still on his shoulder as he caressed it. You hadn't realized how scarred he had left it with his wet bites and hickeys, you couldn't even feel your legs in fact. "Don't apologize, love. I'm flattered to have provoked your first squirt in fact" he mentioned with that arrogant but deep tone, typical of him. You hadn't even understood what he meant, because your head was still spinning. You almost felt sorry when it came out, still hard as if all that hadn't been enough. You thought the weirdness of the situation would make the excitement disappear from his body immediately, but he seemed just as hard as before, if not harder.

"Damn..." you threw yourself back on the bed, closing your eyes "I'm all yours, Leon, please do whatever you want. You deserve it" you laughed, still feeling your mouth dry and your cheeks dripping. He seemed to laugh, almost like an excited child about to use his favorite toy.

"You have no idea how hot your pussy makes me, you are delicious. If I wasn't so tired I swear I'd eat you out" a mischievous chuckle broke out, and you chuckled to yourself. You would never have thought that this man ten years older than you would have so much energy in bed, much more than you -just entering the young-adult world- would have. But when it came to your body he seemed to go completely out of control, almost animalistic.

Soon he gathered your wet thighs together and wedged his member between them, beginning to masturbate between them, smothering his red, weeping cock with precum as the wetness of your cum helped him slide better between them "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he moaned, and the thought of him getting so aroused using you as his plaything, you totally pounded by the orgasm, produced your body to heat up again. You had no rest "Always wanting me to use you, to fuck you so hard, don't you?" he gave two more thrusts and strips and strips of dripping, hot cum trickled down to your belly and, most of all, completely stained your thighs. Leon melted into his orgasm and allowed himself to fall on top of you, blessing you with his 70 pounds of muscle and heat crushing you sweetly.

"I'm all dirty and yet you want to kiss me" he laughed along with you when he heard that, kissing your neck as soon as he could and moving with soft caresses from his mouth to your lips, sucking them with devotion.

"This is the part I like the most" he declared, watching you raise an eyebrow; he had literally ground you up and fucked the shit out of you with the previous fuck like an animal and that was his favorite moment. Crazy fucker. But... that was what you liked most about him, after all "Let me know when you're better, love, and I'll run you a warm bath" he left a soft kiss on your cheek and sunk his face into the beginning of your breasts, making you laugh.

Truly Leon Kennedy was a basket case when it came to having you all to himself.

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #leon death island #leon kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #leon re4 #leon resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy re4 #re4 leon #resident evil leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #leon smut #leon x reader #re4r leon #vendetta leon #leon infinite darkness #infinite darkness #resident evil death island fluff #resident evil 4 #re2 #resident evil #re4 #insert leon's pouty face #resident evil death island #death island

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓮 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ʜᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ/ᴛᴀᴠ

⋆˙⟡♡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ’ꜱ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ… ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ ᴀꜱ ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅʟʏ.

⋆˙⟡♡ Slight NSFW | Angst? | Dubious | Sloppy Kisses

“Aw, poor little mouse, so desperate~” Haarlep had said it in the most condescending way and it shouldn’t have made your tummy flutter as much as it did. Biting back a reluctant moan you tilt your head to the side, your eyes find Raphael sound asleep on the bed just a few feet away from you and the incubus…

Haarlep doesn't give you much time to think. He presses you into the floor, your knees trembling under the pressure of their body pushing against yours, “I’m awfully worried about you~”.

They cup your chin and stroke their thumb across your lower lip, their nails just barely pricking the skin before forcing your head back to look them in the eyes. A wicked smile gracing their lips, “Raphael is quite inept, I'm afraid~ I doubt he pleases you even when he tries his best. Adorable, yet so disappointing for you~”.

You wanted to tell them how wrong they were but your words get drowned out by the incubus, who seems to know exactly what you're going to say, “Ah, ah, ah, don't try to lie to me, sweet one~”

“Y-you’re wrong, Haarlep.” You push against their chest, trying to create space between you and them, but it only causes them to press harder against you, “N’no- R-Raphael is not inept! H-he’s-“

A deep chuckle resonates in the room, making your core burn hotter than it already was, “No, no, you poor thing, I know the truth. And the truth is you crave something more~”. Haarlep’s tail curls around your delicious thigh, a light squeeze from it causes you to gasp softly.

Their tongue flicks over your lips before snaking into your mouth, a mixture of both of your saliva pooling in your mouth, threatening to drip down your chin. Haarlep’s tongue twists and twirls with yours, the taste of their mouth driving you mad. Their kiss was nothing like Raphael’s, ‘nn-no…’ , the taste was different- a taste that was distinctly Haarlep, and they were so much more aggressive. So much more needy and hungry and it made you weak…

“Mm~ ♡“ Their fingers thread through your hair tugging sharply at the roots, eliciting a moan from your lips before breaking away from the kiss- a thin strand of saliva keeping you connected before the incubus breaks it with a flick of their tongue, “You want me~ Tell me you want me, Raphael’s mouse. Beg for my touch~"

You whimper, biting your lower lip as your hands curl around their leather black straps. Your head feels light, thoughts muddled and fuzzy, and the only thing that makes any sense right now is, “I-I want you, Haarlep. P-please~ f-fuck me, Haarlep~”. Your eyes peering over once more at your precious sleeping cambion, Raphael… “I-I-I… n’no~ I need-“ You tried to fight the words, tried to shut your legs and stop your wetness, but Haarlep had you in their web, “H-haarlep~ you, Haarlep~. P-Please~”.

The incubus hums in delight, their grin broadening, the sharp points of their teeth glinting in the dim candlelight, “That's a good dove~ Such a pretty and perfect little thing you are~! Now let's have some real fun, hm?”

You could feel Haarlep’s tail spread your leg, the tip flicking teasingly across the skin before curling around the back of your thigh and yanking you closer to their harden cock, “let me show you who you really wish to belong to~ ♡ "

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 smut #raphael bg3 #haarlep #bg3 raphael #tav #raphael the cambion #haarlep x tav #haarlep x reader

[sehtoast]

Perfect Punishment (Homelander x gn!Reader Smut)

18+ | spanking, leg humping, technically supe!reader (vague), sublander, light choking | Fic Directory

Suffice it to say, you're never quite sure how you end up in these situations. Granted, the common denominator in all of them was that Homelander was an endlessly voracious man in need of an infinite amount of attention, and he'd go to any lengths to get it. 

Even this. 

“Mmm, harder…” He hums as your palm strikes his rear, a playful grin etching into his face at the resounding slap.

“I thought this was a punishment,” you say as you rub soothing circles over the red of his briefs. “Doesn’t really count if you like it.” You're almost ready to stop and leave him hanging as a real punishment. 

“Right, right. Ah! Ow!” 

You roll your eyes at his theatrics. You'd teased him about being such a bad boy, but it seemed like he was all too happy to fill that role. His behavior cranked past ten, and now here you are: The Homelander himself bent over your knee, underwear pulled down just a smidge and pants at his ankles. 

You're not even sure who made the spanking joke first, but god knows his eyes practically lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention. 

For his smart comment, you swat significantly harder. You could never actually hurt him– maybe just sting him a little.  In fact, you have a sneaking suspicion that the power dynamic reversal is what has him rocking against your thigh like the needy little thing he is. So pathetically horny at the idea of being weak and vulnerable for you. 

Of being punished by you. 

Not even his commentary could hide it. 

“Oooh, that one tickled.” He snarks one more time, but his voice betrays him completely. A slight quiver in his words, a shaky breath exhaled, cheeks turning a light pink. “C'mon, babe. Give it to me. Unless you're all talk…”

Antagonistic little… 

You grip his briefs and rip them clean off, revealing his bare ass to knead and squeeze to your heart's content. You loop an arm around his neck, restricting his throat between your forearm and bicep, tugging him just enough to make his back arch. 

“You're a very bad boy,” you whisper, nails scratching his glutes. What little fabric survived the rip still miraculously covers his cock as he grinds against you unabashedly. You wind up for the swing and–

“Mmph!”

Like music to your ears, he chokes on the cutest little sound. Something squeaky and precious, surprise vocalizing high in his throat at your sudden brazenness and strength. 

“You just wanted to hump my leg like a dog, didn't you?” You accuse, tightening your arm at his neck. You rub your last strike tenderly, letting your fingers slip along the curve of his crack. You can practically feel the way he shivers against you. “You’re makin’ a mess down there, aren’t you baby?”

Even pressed firm against your leg, you can feel his drooling cock twitch with need. The surviving scrap of fabric has to be drenched at this rate– you can almost feel the heated moisture and you know damn well his cock weeps practically the whole time he’s aroused on a regular day. 

A breathy moan escapes his slack mouth the second your fingertips graze his sack, hips bucking forward to seek more of whatever delicious friction he'd found against your lap. 

“You just wanted to lay on me and get played with like the little whore you are.” You trail your hand back and grip a cheek as hard as you can, nails biting into his flesh. “Admit it. You acted out for attention.” 

“Mmm, yeah– fuck,” he confesses through a breathless whisper. 

For his honesty, you reward him with a warm palm to his balls, feeling them tighten every time a pulse of pleasure surges through his body from how you play with him. 

He keens softly, eyes screwing shut against the twist of bliss knotting in his core.  He ruts even more brazenly than before, as if he wasn’t just getting spanked mere moments prior for always having to have his way.  Your body rocks with the strength of his thrusts, so you angle your leg to press back against him.  Sure, he was being ‘punished,’ but you’re not totally cruel.

“You wanna be my good boy, right?”  You ask ever so innocently in his ear, breath fanning against the shell of it in a way that makes him arch further back.  His mindless little nods make you grin sharply. “I thought so…”

Your hand comes down with a sharp crack against his right cheek and he writhes against you, mewling through his restricted throat.

“Count ‘em off for me,” you say, squeezing his neck a little more.  You let off for a moment only to remind him to speak up if something’s too much, then squeeze again.

Slap!

“O-One!”  He announces, hips bucking against you.  

You can hear it in his voice– he’s like a time bomb ready to blow.  His expression is infinitely more desperate. Hooded red eyes, cheeks burning a deep crimson, tongue peeking out just over the edge of his lower lip.  If there was ever an image fit to sit beside whore in a dictionary, it was the sight of him like this.

“Tell me how good you’re gonna be for me after this.”

“I’m– I’m gonna be so good!”  He promises through panted breaths.  “Good for you– good f–”

You don’t let him finish before you swat his reddening flesh several more times in quick succession, watching with pure satisfaction as that mouth that never stops running opens to moan so loudly you’re almost sure the floor below must have heard it.

“N-Nine… No– no, fuck!”

Poor thing had to make a guess.

You tsk at him in false disapproval.  “Good boys don’t lose count,” you say, even though he was definitely right.  “Start again.”

And he did, too.  By the time you make it back to the count of nine, his legs are quivering and his precum has soaked through the leg of your pants.

“Please, please, please!” He mewls desperately.  “Let me– oh fuck, please let me come! Please, just– fuck I need it! I’ll be good!” He’s rocking against you without permission of any type as he spouts off promise after promise to behave himself for you.  “Good– good b-boy… I’m your g’boy, I p-prom– ohfuckohfuckohfuck!”

And just like that, he’s blowing a thick, creamy load against you, legs spasming and glowing eyes rolling back in his head as you hold him through what must be an absolutely earth shattering orgasm if the full body trembling was anything to go by. Your name falls from his lips in a repeated prayer until all he can do is simply mouth it silently. 

Your lips are to his ear the whole time, whispering affections and praise, adoration and love in droves.

“You are my good boy,” you say, accentuating your words with soft caresses to his sack.  “My very, very good boy that I love so much.”

“M’your g’boy…” he murmurs weakly, eyes shut as he sinks into the glow. For a second, you think he might actually be calm for the rest of the evening.

Who are you kidding?  He’s going to act up all night after this.  You wager you've got about fifteen minutes of aftercare and snuggles before that switch flips and you're fucked on every horizontal and vertical surface he can possibly think of. 

And you? 

You’re gonna love every fucking second of it.

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #the boys #antony starr

[writefightandflightclub]

Suddenly got hit by the thought of Leto taking his sweet time eating his cum out of you after fucking you over and over for hours…

Um. Excuse me? Ok. Um. Help?! Like. My God. Um. Yes?!

(Thank you for this delicious thot, Erika, and please accept this hastily scrawled offering in return for your kindness in sharing this 😝🧡 Also sorry for typos or incoherence. Wrote this in a haze and I’m about to go to bed so no time to proof!)

P.s. I’m keen to write more for the Duke atm so anyone (18+ ofc) feel free to hit me up with requests 🧡

Word count: 1.1k ish

Warnings: SMUT: oral, cum-eating (lots) 18+ only, Minors DNI

Plenty: (Duke Leto Atreides x fem!reader)

You’re sure his tongue is tracing the shape of the Caladan coastline as it shivers through your folds, pleasure blooming through your core like the surge of waves into your deepest coves.

You cry out, clamping your own hand over your mouth to quiet yourself, the sound digressing to something muffled against the palm of your hand.

You feel Leto chuckle warmly against your cunt, before sucking a puckered kiss over your clit. “What is the use of a palace so grand as this if my concubine cannot make noise, hmm? Who is it that will hear you, all this way from the halls?”

“The guards, perhaps.”

“Let them hear you.”

Your breaths grow ragged as he works at your folds with his tongue. “I think they have already heard plenty from me for today, my Lord.” Leto knows well how to please you. Perhaps he does not care as to who knows it.

“There’s no such thing as ‘plenty’ when it involves you, my dove.”

He must believe that, for all day he has not tired of you. All day he has bred you, filling you over and over with his seed until you were full of him. Until, when he shoved inside of you with his throbbing cock, his own release was forced out around him, coating your thighs, his balls, his abdomen, the silken sheets - both your writhing bodies.

And, now that you have finally drained him dry, he settles himself over your sensitive cunt, his tongue laving the apex of your thighs, licking up his own spend.

He huffs his warm breath against your folds again as he adjusts, settling his head more squarely between your thighs. Your legs are folded back towards your chest by the firm press of his warm, broad palms, your Duke laid out on his front - in an undignified manner, quite unbefitting a man of his position.

You take pride in it. In him. At stately functions you have gossiped with other concubines - or, rather, have allowed them to gossip in your presence, as that would be unbecoming of your position. You’ve heard them tell that their Lords are more than content for their concubines to sink to their knees in service, but that the equivalent act is never bestowed in their favour.

And then, there’s your beautiful Leto.

You could count out whole calendar months against the time he’s spent between your thighs, and you know you are endlessly lucky to be at his service, when he gives you so much in return.

Indeed, you moan as his tongue probes greedily at your sensitive, fucked-open entrance, humming as his lips and beard glide over the mess he’s made of you. “Leto,” you gasp, as you realise he must mean to suck you clean of him.

He hums and you hear him swallow, the idea of him tasting himself sending a wild, throbbing want to your over-worked clit.

You throw your head back on to the propped stack of pillows he’d arranged you on when, moments ago, you had grown limp and boneless through your earth-shaking release. Your body positioned so that his seed must be gradually eking out of you, you now realise; taking a slow, honeyed surge down to his wanting lips.

You lick your own lips, imagining the moreish salt-tang of him, and once again pleasure crests as his tongue shivers through your folds. His ministrations dance over you in a gentle, teasing pattern; then, he flattens his tongue, licking a hot, greedy stripe along the full length of your throbbing slit.

Even the air is full of sex, just like you are, the room salted like the sea, a rousing musk which fills your lungs and makes you think of home.

You whimper, clamping your hands either side of his head, twisting your fingers into the regal, grizzled waves which undulate between the slack grasp of your fingers. You know not whether you mean to pull him closer or to push him away, but in the end you do neither, instead bucking your arousal up and into his mouth, grinding your heat against his beard and chin and nose until he is coated - a mess of your juices and his own seed as though he is the shore now, and you the dragged, liquid tide coursing over his stony face.

Leto does not complain, however. Instead, when you look back down to him his eyes are glinting wickedly - like black stones winking out of rock-pools. He hums into your heat, the sound low and drawn-out; sending vibrations singing through your core and reminding you you are empty of him.

“Leto!” you squeal suddenly as he swirls his tongue against you, flicking and thudding against your clit. Using all the power and finesse in his lips and tongue to stake his compelling argument.

You grow breathless, an impossible pleasure building as he writhes his tongue along your sensitive folds, meticulously cleaning every last drop of him from you.

“Do you like to taste yourself, my Lord?” you ask as a warm heat blooms right through your middle.

“I like to taste how full I made you, my dove. I like to taste how many times I claimed you as my own.”

From his position, you watch crinkles radiate out from around his eyes as he looks up at you - with a wicked amusement at the growing state of you, already a mess and about to become further undone. Then, he resumes his focus, his proud nose nudging against your clit as he sinks back towards your entrance.

The blooming pleasure makes you clamp down on nothing, empty of him, squeezing more of his seed out of you. You feel it trickle out of you, moments before it is met eagerly by Leto’s lips and tongue. You shiver as you feel the pleasant scrape of his drenched, coated beard, flattened to his shapely chin as he laps up every drop.

He grunts, pushing your thighs further back, opening you up to him further, and, as his tongue curls and slides and probes against you just the way you like, you fist your hands into the sheets in desperation. “Leto! My Lord! What do you mean to do to me?” You can barely take it, so overcome with pleasure already. “Do you mean to clean up every drop?!”

He chuckles warmly, a sound only you are ever privy to. He grips your thighs to manoeuvre them downward, settling them either side of his ears for your comfort. Allowing him to twist and to plant a delicate kiss to your inner thigh.

“I plan to keep going until I can only taste you, my love,” he rasps into your skin, and his words cause your eyes to roll skyward once more.

Leto dips his eager mouth towards your cunt once more too, entirely unrelenting.

You interpret that you are going to be here for some time at his service; but that suits you just fine.

When it comes to Leto - and his supple tongue - there’s no such thing as plenty. Never such a thing as enough or too much.

He shoves his tongue inside of you, finally through with his teasing, it appears. Indeed, the benevolent Duke finally grants you a consistent pace and motion, carrying you forcefully skyward as your pleasure lifts - like a hawk tossed aloft by the graze of the wind under its wings.

And, this time, when you come undone, you do make enough noise to befit a palace of this size.

In fact, by the time your Duke is done with you - which won’t be for some time - they may even have heard your gracious, lilting moans from all the way down in the halls.

#duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #duke leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x reader #Oscar Isaac

[lorelune]

(— MINORS DNI — predator/prey brainworms and thoughts inspired by @sukunasstarlight's DELICIOUS thirsts. CW: predator/prey, emotional sadism (a sprinkle), abstractions??, its sexy)

jing yuan loves a hunt.

however, he isn't partial to chasing. it's not that he won't, it's just not his preferred form of the hunt. he's a strategist at his core, not much for fighting when it comes down to it.

besides, jing yuan thinks there is quite an art to manipulating prey into a well-placed trap.

if you try to goad him into a chase, jing yuan will play. only far enough that he is able to see your end goal (which is more often than not landing in bed with him over top of you, carving a place in your insides). he'll let you run and run and think that he is following you. he... perhaps enjoys your uncertainty and discomfort. there's something about it he quietly revels in, in these controlled moments. the most extreme form of seeing you squirm.

jing yuan to shift the board as he sees fit to get you where he wants. he'll stalk, but never run. each step of his is measured and quiet, and he knows his silence will get under your skin so easily. you want his attention. crave it. you hardly know how much you occupy his mind, but that's jing yuan's best kept secret.

the hunt ends when you're exhausted, mentally and physically. maybe to the point of collapse. you're frayed from your own fear and frustration. it makes you animal-like. quick to startle and easy to capture.

jing yuan is swift with his final blow.

you'll hardly know how it happens. one moment, you'll be upright and panting. angry and confused all in one. and the next? you're flat on your stomach. cheek to the ground with jing yuan contently pinning you. he'll coo— "did you have fun? was it worth it?". he'll reduce your efforts and attempts at evasion to a game, poorly played on your part.

you'll feel him hard and hot against the slope of your lower back. you'll feel the weight of him descend. he prefers you prone, feeling only him unyieldingly. you'll be at least a little defeated, maybe a little teary. and jing yuan will be happy to soothe any aches and create just as many new. his spoils for a game well played and a successful hunt.

#lore writes #drabbles #jing yuan x reader #everytime i think abt jy and prone bone i lose my mind #i dissolve into a PUDDLE and i wipe myself up and weep #ENJOY!!

[hpimagines]

My first post omgg! Hopefully you all like it!

What the Harry potter boys smell like in Amortentia

Kinda descriptive

Draco Malfoy-

At first you’d notice an odd smell of leather, and a particular cologne you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

After a few moments the overwhelming smell of mint hit your senses, and that’s when you realized exactly who it was.

You looked across the room and he was already staring directly at you.

Theodore Nott-

You knew who it was the second you got a wiff of cigarettes.

At first you merely thought Theo walked into the classroom, but when you looked around you knew you were fucked.

The only person you told about this was Pansy, and she made sure to tell Theo to make a move on you ;)

Tom Riddle-

You were confused as to who you were smelling, the scent of what seemed like parchment and ink filled the room

A hint of a cologne, however it was very faint

You almost couldn’t tell who it was until something clicked and you remembered the night he came so close to the side of your face you could feel his breath, “Watch where you’re going”. It was Tom fucking Riddle you smelled.

Mattheo Riddle-

As soon as you walked through the door you looked around searching for Matt. Which was weird since he didn’t have Potions with you.

You wondered if he came in before class, as the scent of rubbing alcohol (from when he gets in fights and cleans his wounds) And a faint smoke scent lingered in the room.

Just when you were about to question whether you were genuinely smelling him, you remembered today was the day everyone was testing Amortentia.

Lorenzo Berkshire-

You weren’t sure what exactly you smelled, it smelled clean if that makes any sense. Like soap- not in a bad way.

A bit of a citrus as well, that’s when you finally got a sense of what it was and realized it was Enzo, your pupils immediately dilated when you smelt the hair product he uses (the product scent is oddly strong, so you recognize it easily)

Blaise Zabini-

You smelled leather and also.. the library? You closed your eyes for a moment and all of a sudden the immediate sent of a cologne you knew all too well hit your senses.

If you didn’t know you were in potions you’d believe you were in the Library with Blaise, as he’d be holding you close.

Harry Potter-

It smelled as if you walked straight into Harry’s room. An immediate scent of wood, parchment, wintergreen, and dust (in like the way some clothes have that comforting scent)

Harry tapped on your shoulder asking if you were okay, as you zoned out completely. He made you jump out of your thoughts and you were instantly a blushing mess.

Ron Weasley-

You leaned in to smell the potion, and the room quickly smelt like grass after it rains. A mix of spearmint and then a sudden sent of the burrow.

You blushed when you realized you were smelling your close friend Ron, eying him from across the room as he laughs along with Harry.

Fred Weasley-

It smelled like a firework after it had erupted, the smoke scent that you can’t necessarily replicate unless it’s a firework, an oddly enjoyable scent you thought.

Then the scent began to shift into a vanilla musk, not very prominent but definitely there. The last note you could pick up was what seemed like a cocoa scent.

George Weasley-

The scent filling the room was something you could easily recognize, the scent of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, specifically the way it smelt at night. (for some reason it was much more relaxing)

It began to smell of an old sweater, one that’s been worn multiple times (it doesn’t smell bad, it smells of georges and sorta like nature)

You knew who it was when you smelt chamomile tea, which happened to be your best friend George’s favorite.

Cedric Diggory-

Caramel. The entire room smelt of warm melted delicious caramel. Then it twisted into a musk scent, it rumbled your core. (like ced after a quidditch game, his cologne and musk mixed omnom)

You felt a tap on your shoulder to see Cedric smiling at you slyly, “Guess who I smelled” he smirked; “Obviously you gorgeous.”

AHH WELL I HOPE YOU LIKED MY FIRST POST!!!

#harry potter #harry potter smut #smut #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harrypotterboys #harry potter reader insert #reader insert #x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #draco malfoy #slytherin boys

[ch0wen]

Cover - Part II | Tangerine x Fem!Reader

warnings: cursing & sexual content if you blink really fast

———-

The first sensation you feel, the moment your body emerges from a peaceful sleep, is polyester sheets. They’re quite itchy. Groggily, you kick them off as you start to pick up on the other elements around you.

Cool air, only to be explained by the window left open all night. The distant noise of an already lively city pouring in from said open window.

Alright, it's clear you're in your hotel room. However, not alone. Warmth radiates from something or somebody shared in your blanket. The unknown source is too close. Muscular arms are wrapped around you. A strong chest pressed against your side. You stiffened.

Your eyes eventually open to asses the man. Curly hair in disarray on the pillowcase and face burrowed into your neck.

Fortunately, you do remember last night. Not needing to worry about drugs or alcohol inhibiting your memory. Cheeks heating as you slipped into a recollection of everything you got up to with Tangerine.

“Morning,” he rumbled. Breaking you out of your fantasy.

His arms loosened their grip around you. Trying to avoid overstimulating you right now.

“Wait.” You hold his bicep to halt him from pulling away. He took that as an invitation and seized it, by leaning in and giving you a soft kiss.

A squeeze to his arm was another hint you wanted more. So he kissed you deeply, again and again and again. He hauled you on top of his lap to straddle him. Never breaking contact with your lips. Fingers dig into your hips exactly as yours tangle in his hair.

———-

The hot, early morning make-out session had his cock twitching awake. And it’s unfortunately cut too short, too fast when you grind down against him. Your already-soaked pussy gliding deliciously along his length. He half-assed rolled his hips up against your core. But then he calmly and gently pushed you away after letting out a soft whine.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I would very much love to continue this after I brush my teeth.”

“What a gentleman,” you tease while rolling off of him. He gives your ass a playful smack before climbing out of bed. Your naked body wriggled under the covers while you watched him move about the room.

Tangerine picked up one of his strewn-about clothing while making his way to the bathroom. He left the door ajar and begin to get ready.

Satisfied, comfortable silence settled in the room. Until you’re picking at your nails listening to the sink run when your thoughts thrum louder and louder. Do you say something? Ask why he snuck into your room last night when you were totally fine to think back on that day, years from now, wondering if the antics of Lemon and Tangerine were all a fantasy that you had. What were his intentions? Just a 'thank you' for helping his brother?

The way his hands explored your body felt more than a detached one-night stand. Or was that your inexperienced way of thinking? Hoping that this meant more to him than a quick fuck. Guys normally leave soon after the conquest is done, right? Are any of these things you ask someone right after spending the night with them? Would speaking any of these thoughts kill this blissful atmosphere? Probably.

Are you grateful to be in this circumstance with a hot stranger, but do you love self-sabotaging yourself? Yes.

“Tangerine, how did you get into my hotel room?”

A beat, “The window. You saw it yourself.”

“I know but this is the seventh floor.”

“I’m not afraid of heights.”

“What? Are you a professional rock climber in your leisure time? You can just scale the side of a building like it’s nothing? As ridiculous as it sounds, I’m starting to think you’re Spider-Man or something. That paired with hiding what must be a superhero persona would really explain this next level secretiveness.”

No response came out of the bathroom. You don’t appreciate that and unfortunately, your mouth is moving again. You didn’t process what you were asking until you finished the sentence,

“Do you think since we fucked you can maybe give me some insight as to what transpired yesterday?”

“Y/N. It’s nothin' of your concern, alright? Lemon made an error asking you for assistance. He shouldn’t have gotten you involved.”

“What do you get up to that is so special and mysterious that you can’t tell me? Is it illegal?”

“Not entirely. It’s just complicated to get into.”

“You’re making this so dramatic and for what? I deserve to know what exactly or who put me in a risky situation! I didn’t ask to be dragged into it. This isn’t fair!"

“Please,” he pleads.

"Tangerine and Lemon," you say like you have a bitter flavor in your mouth. “Do salesmen use codenames when trying to pawn off phonebooks to customers? What kind of names are those?”

“Ones we’re comfortable sharing with strangers.”

“I think we passed the strangers phase when you fucked me four times last night.”

“Still considered a one-night stand. Especially since it happened in one night. The amount of times we have sex doesn’t level you up or somethin' on the acquaintance scale.”

You’re clambering out of bed, scooping a shirt off the floor, and whipping the bathroom door fully open. Tangerine’s shirtless but sporting his jeans from last night. While you would normally find that hot and ogle him, you’re instead glowering. You're in a rage from the overwhelming embarrassment of him clearly belittling your feelings.

“Get. Out.”

“Come off it, babes. I didn’t mean to upset you," He said in an enragingly calm tone.

However, as he could sense your fit starting, Tangerine slowly made his way to the room’s door. Still shirtless and showing zero reaction to the harsh words you're throwing at him. He didn’t want to challenge you further by physically defying your commands and planting his feet in the bathroom.

“Why the fuck would I ever want to start or try to have any type of anything with someone who is so closed off? You’re an enigma! Your walls are too fucking high for me to even want to try gently prodding. It would take months to get you to crack.”

“Well. How long are you in the city?”

“Fuck you.”

You attempt to slam the door in his face to get your point across. Except the hotel's safety caused the door to gradually click shut. Not fully translating your anger into that action.

You balled your hands into fists, yet the shaking of your flexed fingers had you coming back down.

Chill out.

Shame washed through you for kicking him out for not wanting to answer a stranger’s question about his career. His reaction was reasonable, yours was not. You're humiliated.

———-

You let out a breath whilst meekly opening the door. Not expecting him to be there since you just angrily tossed him out. You're hoping you can maybe catch him waiting on the elevator back to the lobby.

However, there he is leaning against the wall across from your room. His hands are buried in his pockets and he sported a sheepish smile.

“I think I left my shoes somewhere in there.”

You spot the items in question near the closet and pass them over.

“I’m so sorry for that overreaction.”

He shrugs, "It was justified. I am making this frustrating. Lem tells me that I sound like a smart-ass when I'm talking to him. I swear, as much as it would be nice to tell you what I do. I can’t bring you into this world so suddenly.

I’ll say it is risky and it’s not just something I can talk about with every other person I meet, like a conversational fun fact to share at a party.”

“I get it,” you squeaked out. Self-conscious about your past reaction. Your hand is anxiously twitching on the door handle. Willing to hear him out since he chose to stick around.

His shoulders sagged. Not in the defeated type of way, but more as a sign of relief that he can disclose some truth to you,

“I also think I’m fearful that my lifestyle will innately push people away. There are no rules as to who I can tell. It’s more of a protective thing for Lemon and me to be selective. We just have to be smart as to who we disclose it all to. I have to especially be careful with the people I care about or want in my life. Because I worry once they know it all, once I bear myself wholeheartedly to them, then they’ll run. Lemon's the only constant I know because he understands me and our work firsthand."

You waited a moment before reacting. Trying to come up with something genuine but not immediate, to show him that you're grateful for the lowering of his walls. Even if it was a bit of a crumble rather than a full dropping of the defenses.

A smile teased your lips, "It can’t be all that unnerving, can it? And even if it is, I believe that it doesn’t hurt to look at things with an open mind.”

Tangerine gave you a once-over. You're unknowingly wearing his shirt that you grabbed off the floor. He found that, paired with your messy bedhead and optimism, to be endearing.

He looked amused as he pushed off the wall to close some of the distance between you. Any trace of his timidness with his admission has been swept away. His confidence is again seeping through his pores.

“For the record, I genuinely had fun last night. You think I can take you somewhere for breakfast first, and maybe we can get to know each other like normal people do?”

———-

tagging @stregatadallostregatto and @peppertalk09 for asking so nicely for a part 2!

#aaron taylor johnson #bullet train 2022 #tangerine fic #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x reader #bullet train

[ladylooch]

A Slice of Heaven - Nico Hischier

A/N: I got SO MANY requests asking what Lexi and the girls would be doing for Nico’s birthday. Thank you all so much for filling my inbox with Nico thoughts on our Swiss Prince’s day! Hope you enjoy a lil slice of Heaven with the Hischers.

Happy birthday, Neeks!

An off day on his birthday means that Nico Hischier is still face down, spread eagle in his and Lexi’s bed. After giving Nico his birthday present of her in whatever position of his choosing, Lexi got off her saddle and gathered up their three girls to start on Nico’s birthday surprise. 

The girls had thought long and hard during Nico’s last road trip on how they wanted to celebrate their favorite person. Lucie had suggested a new beanie for him to wear on game days. Apparently social media thinks Nico should spend his handfuls of money on a new one. Mack suggested a rare lego set, completing forgetting Nico always falls asleep while playing with her on the floor. Sweet Sophie had excitedly exclaimed hugs! What else could he need?

“What about something we all love and daddy loves?” Lexi suggested to the girls. Lucie ponders, wanting to figure it out a suggestionfirst.

“Cake!” Mack yells. 

“Mhm.” Lexi nods her head. Lucie pouts, then perks up with an idea.

“Chocolate! Like Switzerland!” 

“Yeah, baby. Even better!”

So the four Hischier women are in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a double chocolate ganache cake. Mack quite literally tosses more yellow and orange sprinkles on the top.

“That’s enough.” Lucie rolls her eyes, grabbing at Mack’s wrist when she ties to do more.

“Lucie.” Lexi warns her oldest. “We are all helping. Hands to yourself.”

“It looks bad.” Lucie grumbles under her breath. 

“It needs another flower.” Mack insists now, ignoring her older sister. Sophie is sitting on the counter, lapping at the spatula of frosting Lexi gave her to keep her giggles at bay. She knows they are trying to surprise Nico and her little voice carries far.

“Can I do my part yet?” Lucie whines. “Mack! Stop!”

“Girls. It’s going to be very disappointing to all of us if your fighting wakes daddy up before we are done.” Lexi gets stern, feeling her eye twitch at her two oldest being absolute shits to each other. Mack stops her sprinkles, moving aside so Lucie can work on spelling out the word Daddy. It’s all wonky and in blue icing, but after that, the girls declare the cake done. 

There is only one thing left to do: unleash the Hischier girls to grab the man of the hour.

“Okay! Go!” Lexi whispers. She waits downstairs, hearing the excited stomping of their feet and the squeaky giggles as they wake him up. Eventually, Lucie comes sprinting down the stairs. Nico emerges with Mack and Sophie in his arms. His hair is all lopsided, sticking up in the back, bare chested, with his sweatpants low on his hips. A delicious heat begins to build in Lexi’s core. Once wasn’t enough. Never is for Cap on his birthday either.

“Wow!” Nico exclaims, genuinely excited. “You bought me a cake! From a professional baker?!”

The three Hischier girls begin to laugh excitedly, beaming with pride as Nico comes closer to the cake. He sets Mack on the floor and Sophie on the counter. 

“No! We made it, daddy!” Lucie bounces next to Nico, taking his left hand in both of hers. 

“You did this!?” Nico feigns shock, looking between the girls and the cake. “You three?”

“And mama!” Mack yells. 

“Wow.” Nico extends the word, getting close, inspecting every square inch of the cake. 

“I did the sprinkles.” Mack whispers. 

“I did the writing, daddy. And I picked blue cause you like water.” Nico bites his lip to stop the laugh.

“Yeah, I like to swim huh?” His eyes travel up the lopsided cake to his wife standing behind it across the counter. “What did you do mommy?” Lexi raises an eyebrow in cocky insinuation. 

“I controlled the oven. And Soph did quality control. Very important job."

“Such big helpers!” Lexi smiles, swooning in place at the way he looks back at her. “Come here. Wanna hug all my girls.” Nico sways his head for her to come hither. Lexi rounds the counter, stepping into Nico and using both of their bodies to hug their girls.

“Best birthday yet.” Nico says, accepting a huge hug and smooch from Sophie.

“Wanna open your presents!? We got you a new hat!” Mack asks as Lucie groans, smacking her forehead at her sister ruining ANOTHER surprise. Nico’s mouth drops open staring at Lexi.

“It’s designer…. And tasteful.” She laughs, holding her hands up.

“Why is everyone always talking crap about my style?”

“Baby, if you have to ask that… Em offered to have Timo go with you and pick some things out. Maybe you should take them up on that?”

“Okay.” Nico scoffs, then starts to laugh, huge dimples piercing his cheeks. “How about instead, you four take turns feeding me bites of cake? After all it is my day.”

“That’s mommy’s job.” Lucie sasses back.

All five of them are cut a piece of cake, never mind that it is barely time for lunch. They eat in the living room, on the floor together, laughing and taking turns telling their favorite things about daddy. Nico is attentive to all the cards the girls made for him, complimenting his favorite designs on each one. He loves all of his presents, even the Dior beanie he can tell Timo picked out for his wife. Lexi does feed Nico bites of his cake, then he feeds her a bite, stifling a moan in his throat at the way she sucks the prongs of the fork.

“Keep it up.” He whispers, then kisses her cheek. 

Yeah, today is his favorite birthday to date. He imagines next year will beat this one too.

#what my world spins around au #nico hischer x oc #nico Hischier imagine

[rosesloveletters]

1971!Willy Wonka SFW Alphabet.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Reader

Word Count: 2,319

Warnings: no major content warnings apply.

Summary: Filled out SFW alphabet template.

Author's Note: Just a little something-something since my next full fic won't be posted until Wednesday.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Once he has settled into the relationship, the amount of affection his partner receives from him is boundless. He prefers private intimacy rather than PDA – casual touches, chaste kisses and quick hugs are alright, though. He also likes to kiss the back of your hand. 

When you are alone, you can expect a lot more from him. He will cuddle but prefers to do so in bed before you both fall asleep rather than at any other time. If you’re sitting by him, occasionally he’ll just drop his head onto your shoulder. 

He is casual and somewhat indifferent; he is comfortable with any kind of affection if his partner is as well. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Willy has not had a best friend since boyhood. He has been isolated inside his factory and therefore has not had the opportunity to make friends as an adult and, even if he had, he was far too busy and concerned with his business and inventions. That being said, it would take him some time to settle into having and/or being a best friend. 

Whether you had met him in your youth or were lucky enough to befriend the reclusive chocolatier later in his life, he would always be considerate of you and would do his best to make sure that you were comfortable and safe. He is a bit unpredictable, so you can expect some surprises along the way and it would take quite a bit of time for him to show you his true nature, but once you’ve achieved mutual trust in each other, being friends with Wonka is very rewarding and one of the most exciting and fun aspects of your life. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

In short, yes.

Willy Wonka is a very private person and would appreciate the intimacy of cuddling. He likes when his partner lays on top of or against him with their head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll spoon you, but when he does that he almost always falls asleep. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think settling down is something he never gave much thought to. If the right person came along, he would be open to it, but he does not prioritize finding a relationship. 

Since he has spent so much time alone inside his factory, he is responsible for his own meals and cleaning, even though he could easily hire someone else to do it or have the Oompa Loompas take care of him, he much prefers doing it himself. 

He is an excellent cook – his skills of making delicious confections extends to making proper meals. 

He keeps his living space very tidy. Despite the mess that is his Inventing Room, if his living area was that messy and disorganized it would drive him crazy. He keeps his person and his home very neat and clean. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Willy would take this very seriously. He values honesty at its core and he would want to be upfront about ending things.

If he chose to end things, you most likely would not see or hear from him again. 

When Wonka makes up his mind about something, especially something this serious, usually a tremendous amount of thought has gone into it. 

He won’t make this decision lightly.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once Wonka trusts you implicitly (and it takes a long time to get to that point with him) you won’t be able to get rid of him. He holds fast to those he trusts because it is so rare that he finds someone who is not out to get him or make a profit off him or his ideas. 

However, the idea of getting married is somewhat daunting to him. As someone who does not trust easily at all, marriage would be a huge step and he would want to be absolutely certain it was what he and his partner both want. He would not want to rush and would take his time, but if and when he proposes, his partner would know without any doubt that he meant it. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Willy is very gentle. 

His natural speaking voice is very soft; he has always been tenderhearted, for the most part. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He adores hugs. 

Innocent acts of affection are his favorite. 

His hugs are usually warm, tight and all-encompassing. Sometimes you’ll get a brief, almost hesitant little hug or side hug if the two of you are in someone else’s company; the lingering hugs are saved for when it’s just the two of you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes Willy a long time to say it, but when he does, there’s no regret or doubt behind his words. He never does something so serious on a whim; it takes him quite a while to build up trust in a person, but hearing him say “I love you”, no matter how long it takes to hear it, is proof that he feels comfortable and that his feelings run deep. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A bit surprising, but Wonka is extremely territorial. 

What’s his is his and he is not sharing. 

He doesn’t mind if you have friends, even if they are the opposite gender. The only time he gets jealous is if he notices someone trying to flirt or showing romantic interest in you. If this happens, he never gets upset with you and is quick to put an arm around you or any other innocent touch to assert that you are taken. 

If it happens in front of him, expect him to make snarky little quips like he did throughout the factory tour. 

His voice is always so polite that there’s always a delayed reaction to his insults. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Willy is a little stingy with kisses, especially on the lips. 

Chaste pecks are okay, but he keeps the full-blooded make out sessions to a minimum. 

He prefers cheek kisses or to kiss the back of your hand. 

When he’s feeling especially affectionate, he’ll kiss you anywhere that you’ll let him. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Willy is good with children who are respectful, sweet and polite (i.e. how he treated Charlie at the end of the film.) 

He doesn’t mind being around kids, but if they are disrespectful and don’t heed his warnings or follow his instructions, he’s swift to deliver consequences. 

He knows how to speak to children and how to interact with them, but he does not have plans to have any of his own. The best part about being around children that aren’t his is that he can spend time with them and play with them, but they go home at the end of the day and he then has time to himself. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You won’t usually see much of Wonka in the mornings. He is an early riser, sometimes even waking up before dawn. His mind is fresh early in the day and he does his best work when he’s wide awake. He’ll head down to the Inventing Room pretty early to get started, especially if he’s on the brink of some new creation. 

If you’re up early, you might catch him, but if you prefer to sleep in, you won’t see him unless he pops in to check on you or you go looking for him. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Willy’s schedule is practically nonexistent, so it really depends on whether he’s in a creative mood or not. On nights that he doesn’t stay up inventing till all hours, he’ll spend it in your company. 

He doesn’t like to watch television very much but will watch it if you’ve got it on. 

He loves reading and will sit for hours with a cup of tea and a good book (he might even read to you if that’s something you like.) 

He likes cuddling in bed with you at night until both of you fall asleep.

Sometimes he has a bit of trouble winding down, especially if he’s been tinkering or has ideas for new treats, so on those nights you might have to help him settle. Run him a bath, read to him, tell him about your day, etc. Anything helps, as long as it’s quiet and relaxing. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You’ll get bits and pieces from him, but it takes a while to connect all the dots. 

Wonka is an enigma and never gives away all his secrets at once. It takes a very long time before you start to see his true personality shine through. He likes to keep people on their toes and trying to guess his next move. 

You can learn a lot about him if you listen, so pay close attention.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience is a virtue that Wonka has plenty of.

He is extremely patient; it takes a great deal to get him to the end of his rope. 

He can be pushed to his limits and he still won’t snap, but once that fuse is lit, he has quite a temper. 

When he does break, he shatters.  

He does not yell or shout very often, but when he does is almost frightening. At these times is he incredibly blunt and brutally honest, which can and has offended people in the past.

Once he calms down, though, he will be extremely apologetic. 

Fortunately, it is rare that his anger ever gets to that point.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Wonka’s mind is his greatest gift. 

He never forgets anything that you tell him, which is both a blessing and a curse. 

He might seem scatterbrained when he’s working, but that isn’t because he has forgotten. If his mind is preoccupied with other things, it might make him seem forgetful, but you best believe he remembers everything. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Willy does not pick favorites when it comes to the people he loves and trusts; there are not very many people allowed into his inner circle, so he considers every moment a gift. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Willy is very protective. 

Security is very important to him, not just for you, but for him too. 

You are safe inside his factory. No one gets in or out without his knowledge and direct approval. 

He does not leave the factory often because of his status; he would be swarmed by adoring fans, which would not offend him, but when he wants to spend time alone or with his partner, this would get tiresome. 

He’s at his most comfortable inside the world of his creation. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When Wonka does something, he goes out of his way to take things to the extreme i.e. the construction of his Chocolate Room. 

He would put much effort into dates and anniversaries. His gifts would be thoughtful and considerate of your likes and interests. You can almost always expect some sweet treat of some kind. 

He is helpful with daily tasks, having been used to taking care of himself on his own and enjoying his own independence. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Willy has a bit of trouble being open, especially about himself. 

All things considered, it is understandable, given that he has been taken advantage of. So many people have tried to use him for their own gain and it is sometimes difficult for him to put things into perspective and understand that not everyone wants something from him. 

He is not very forthcoming with information about himself and this might lead to disagreements. He does his best to listen to you and communicate, even if it is hard for him to open up to you. He wants your relationship to be as healthy as it can be and that means learning to trust that you have his best interests at heart. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is a bit vain. 

He cares about his appearance and his outfits, though eccentric and somewhat extravagant, are tasteful. He likes to match garments i.e. his shoes with his hat or he’ll pick accessories to match his eyes. 

Sometimes he tries to style his hair a little bit, but his curls are so unruly that most days he’ll just wear his hat and leaves his hair alone. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think that Wonka would not have realized how incomplete his life was until he met you. 

The irony is that his imagination has imprisoned him. He became so successful that his competitors tried to take advantage of him and he was betrayed by those whom he trusted. He can do absolutely anything that he wants and yet he will never be able to truly be free because he must isolate himself so that the world does not ruin him. 

Wonka could never be free in the sense that he might someday have a normal life. All his happiness and joy are manufactured; he does not know a life outside of the factory. 

Nothing is an impossibility for him and yet the one thing he cannot do is create love. 

Love is something that must be found and cultivated over time. 

A romantic partnership with him would take a while to grow, but with time, it would blossom into something beautiful and he would come to realize how much he had been missing. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Willy says in canon that his Chocolate Room is where his dreams become reality and some of his realities become dreams…

What if the boat ride scene are his nightmares?

It would make sense, considering that every room in the factory contains things that he has invented or dreamed up out of his own head. 

It would only be right to assume that the boat ride scene is something that has manifested from inside his mind. 

These are the things which frighten or torment him. He purges them and gets them out of his mind so that he can focus on more wholesome things. We all have troubling thoughts from time to time and we can either put them out of our head or bottle them up; Wonka chooses to store them away where he can confront them by healthy means and step away when it gets to be too much. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, Wonka hates: bad manners, questions, untrustworthy people and people with no imagination, to name a few. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t sleep very much.  He would be fine with seven hours of sleep at the most, but he’s capable of running on no less than five. 

#willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #wilder!wonka #willy wonka 1971 #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka and the chocolate factory imagine #gene wilder #biblio :: 📖

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can we get jack who is obsessed! With female readers thighs?

Hes a gentlemen through and through but her thighs make him unravel and he wants nothing more than to spend entirety between or on them! (And could you add a breeding kink as well?)

-If you to ask Jack what his favorite part about you was, he would say something romantic, like the deep pools of emotion that are your eyes, or your stunning smile, but the jokes on him- you knew exactly what he liked best.

-Wear a short skirt or shorts, ones that would show of your thighs, he would be unable to look away, staring at them like a starving beast, but if you looked at him, he would clear his throat, trying to play off that he was ogling you, and compliment you on your outfit.

-He would get shy if you mentioned his lingering stares on your thighs, trying to deny it while turning bright red, but you thought it was cute.

-After a few more denials that he was staring, you decided to tease him more, wearing shorts with thigh high stockings; he couldn’t look away, as if he was in a trance, even if you waved your hands in front of his face.

-He was quick to have you in his arms, over his shoulders like a savage Neanderthal and rushing you to your shared bedroom, intent on ravishing you.

-Jack was usually reserved to slow, passionate lovemaking, passionate and romantic- this time was different- it was wild and there was no stopping your lover.

-You keened, your back arching as your thighs squeezed around his head, a deep moan leaving his own lips, he would die happily if you smothered him with your thighs.

-Your hands were wound in the blanket below you, gasping pants leaving your lips as Jack had been between your legs for what fell like hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, biting and sucking at the flesh threatening to kill him, leaving dark marks.

-Your mouth trembled, unable to close it from the pleasure you were receiving, needing to gulp air down as you felt your heart in your ears as he licked you through your nth orgasm.

-You whined, your brain felt like it was melting, you could only think of Jack and how good he was making you feel, he had forgone his own pleasure, still being half dressed, intent on pleasuring you and burying himself in your soft thighs.

-He pulled back, his mind finally clearing as he stared down at you, seeing the mess he had turned you into but before he could apologize you whined, “Need you- need you inside-inside me!”

-Heat quickly rose in his chest, going up his neck as he quickly shifted himself back, removing the rest of his clothes before rejoining you. You spread your legs for him, your hand down over your dripping core as you gasped, crying out his name.

-He was quick to enter, making you nearly screech in pleasure, your ankles locking behind him, keeping him trapped as Jack felt like he was melting inside of you- it was so hot.

-His pace was fast, driving himself deep, but you could only babble out either his name or pleads for more- you wanted more!

-He licked his lips, seeing you so disheveled, you looked so delicious and his thrusts became harder and harder, his hips slamming into yours, driving a cry from your lips with each thrust.

-Jack smiled down at you, “Tell me love- tell me what you want~” your eyes went wide in the lustful haze you found yourself in, as Jack could be quite mean when he wanted to be.

-You stared up at him, your hands coming to his arms, gripping them, nails biting into his skin, “Fill me- I want it Jack- I want- want-!!” you couldn’t finish your statement as his pace became brutal, not pausing, trying to dive himself deeper and deeper into you.

-Jack, hearing your lustful words, hearing you begging him to fill you, unlocked a new fetish, wanting to fill you- no- he wanted to breed you, his eyes narrowing, “You want me fill you up- give you a baby?!”

-You keened, your back arching as your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your eyes crossing as he was hitting only the best spots in side, “Baby- a baby!”

-Jack blacked out only for a moment or two, his vision going white and only moments later he found himself passed out on top of you, both of you gasping and panting as he felt that he was now soft inside you, having pumped you full.

-He went to shift off, to clean you off but you wrapped your arms around him, and you were barely able to shift your legs, keeping him trapped as you whined out, now delirious, “No~ don’t pull out yet- feels so good…”

-Jack swallowed hard, feeling himself stiffening inside you against at your words and he swallowed hard, trying to calm down, he couldn’t go again so soon- he couldn’t feel his legs.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper

[riizewrtr]

Can you do fm!reader secretly asking stepdad!sangyeon to creampie her because they got history and because fm!reader is on a pill? I just love how you handled your first sangyeon request and I suddenly got an idea for a continuation. 🤭😅

ok!! this will just be a continuation, just another night of fucking when mom is gone! hehe

content: con, stepcest, stepdaddy!sangyeon, you call him daddy, creampie, pet names(baby, princess, babygirl, etc), 18+, mdni!!

there was something you ALWAYS wanted, but never got. i mean, you never asked. you don't know why it never occurred to you to bring it up.

this secret relationship you had with your stepfather!sangyeon has been going on for quite a while. your mother never suspected a thing, why your stepdad always wants to stay home when you're back at home. it felt exciting & very exhilarating that maybe one day she WILL find out.

you and sangyeon were excited when your mother said she was going on a business trip. that means you could have daddy's cock everyday, for about 3-4 days at least.

"god, this has been hell." sangyeon groaned, as soon as the door closed after waving goodbye to your mother, sangyeon wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and started kissing and sucking on your neck. small giggles filling the air, as he walked you and himself to your bedroom.

"daddy.. can i ask you for something?" you whispered, your breath hitching in your throat when he pulled off your neck to look at you. gently placing you down on the bed, as he caressed your waist with his thumb. "yeah babygirl, what's up?"

you felt butterflies fill your stomach and your cheeks burn hot. "c-can you... cum inside me? i'm on birth control.." you whispered, looking at him with doe eyes.

sangyeon was quiet for a little before sighing, "baby you know i can't risk it.." he trailed off, looking down at you the grip on your waist tightening. you nodded, before pulling his face down to kiss him. "Mm," he moaned, his hands moving up to lift your shirt over your head.

He cock hardened when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. Your nipples were already perked up deliciously. He took your right nipple into his mouth sucking and twirling his tongue around your nipple. His free hand moving down to rub your core through your shorts.

Your body unintentionally started squirming under him, sangyeon using his strength to his advantage as he used a hand to hold your waist down to stop you from moving.

sangyeon didn't even bother removing your shorts, he pushed them aside, gasping. "you're not wearing panties either," he smirked, his index rubbing between your slit. his finger prodding your hole. a small sigh escaping your throat through the makeout session you were sharing with sangyeon.

"daddy, i need you.." you whimpered, sangyeon just nodded in response. No time for sangyeon to do foreplay from how needy you and he were.

Sangyeon wasted in no time of discarding his clothing, he moved your body more up so your head laid on the pillow. he wrapped your legs around his waist, a hand on the headboard, the other guiding himself to prod against your entrance. your pussy was dripping wet at this point, sangyeon was infatuated with how gorgeous your pussy looked that day.

"you ready, princess?" he asked, seeing you nod gave him the go to push himself slowly into you. a small whimper coming out, you clench around his cock from the sensation. why did he feel so big today? why is his cock so fucking hard today? so many thoughts escaping your mind.

"daddy you're so hard today.." you moaned as he started at a slow pace. he chuckled, nodding before placing a kiss on your forehead. his grip on the headboard caused the bed to move a little once he brought up the speed of his hips, fucking into you deeply but at a steady pace.

"you like that, babygirl?" he groaned.

"yes, daddy.." you moaned, you wrap your fingers around his arm while the other one played with your nipples. You breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"it feels so good, daddy!" you whimpered loudly, his cock head hitting that sweet spot inside of you. his throbbing cock filled you up so well. he wasn't going fast today, he wanted you to feel every thrust and every vein on his cock. "I know baby, fuck.." he moaned, his grip on your waist pressing red onto you.

"I-I'm gonna cum," you cried out, your face contorting in pleasure. The pressure in your abdomen was on the verge of breaking. "Keep going, daddy please. I need you so bad." you moaned louder and louder.

"Cum for me darling," he groaned, the lip tucked between his teeth was hard enough to draw blood. He was watching the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole. The slick causing loud lewd noises to fill the air. It only intensified when you squirted over his cock. A small squeal and whimper filling the air.

The view of the wetness and noise was enough for Sangyeon. "Fuck it.." he whispered, his thrusts becoming erratic before he released himself deep into you. "Oh my god.." he moaned, feeling you clench and pulsate around his cock was a feeling of heaven. He's never carried a load as much as he has released in you.

He kept thrusting slower and slower as he rode out his high. When he pulled out he viewed your pretty cunt pulsating and clenching around nothing but pushing out the cum he had filled you with.

You looked him in the eye before licking your fingers and rubbing and stuffing the cum back into your pussy. A groan escaping Sangyeon's throat. "Baby..." he smiled before, placing a kiss on your hair.

#tbz smut #sangyeon smut #stepdaddy!sangyeon #the boyz sangyeon #the boyz sangyeon smut #sangyeon dark hours #sangyeon #lee sangyeon x reader #lee sangyeon #sangyeon x reader

[bitchyglitterfox]

My First Kiss Went A Little Like This

Warnings: implied smut at the end, fluff, kisses, steven being bold

...

Presently you and Steven are currently watching a movie, twilight specifically since he had not seen the movie and was quite curious when he saw the dvd peeking out from your collection. Now here you were on the couch, his arm wrapped around you as you snuggled closer into his side, half a bottle of wine down. You couldn't focus on the movie because all you could think about was Steven kissing you with his soft lips.  Steven could sense that you wanted something. Unknown to you both, you both wanted to kiss each other so Steven decided to do just that.   

“Y/n?” Steven whispers from next to you.

You turn to reply to him but before you can, Steven kisses you.

“Yes, wha-Mmph” you let out the little squeak as Steven's lips cover yours. You're shocked, who would have thought the shy gift shoppiest would have the courage to just kiss you, but here you are with his lips on yours. HIS LIPS ARE ON YOURS IDIOT! KISS BACK! You mentally scold yourself but before you can Steven has pulled his lips back off of yours. 

“i’m so so sorry oh my god i should definitely not have done i’m so so sorry i-” he rambles. 

“Steven” you say sweetly. 

“if you don’t even want to talk to me again i get i-“ he continues his rambling.

“steven" you try again but a little more aggressively 

“i’m just so-” 

Finally fed up with his rambling you just pull him by his shirt collar and kiss him again. When you both pull away due to the need of oxygen he lets out a small and brief 

"Oh, well that's a nice way of telling me to shut up innit?” he chuckles out as you wipe the excess of your lipstick off his kiss, swollen lips.

"Mmm mhmm, now I'm going to crawl into your lap and kiss you some more ok?" you say, sitting yourself in his lap and connecting your lips once more.

He places his hands on your hips while you swipe your tongue across his lower lip asking for entry.  He opens his mouth when he moans as you place a hand on his throat and gently squeeze. You slip your tongue in and can taste the wine on his tongue as you both play with the other’s tongue. 

Oxygen calls both of your names as you pull apart once more. You can feel his hardened cock against your core. You instinctively move your hips forward to get the delicious friction you crave. He moans out as he grips your hips tighter at an almost bruising grip. 

“Fu-fuck darling, if you keep moving your hips like that i may not last very long,” he says in your ear. 

“Then why don't we move this to the bedroom,” you say, getting off his lap and leaving the long forgotten movie to continue to play as you drag Steven behind you to your bed.  

first kiss prompt from: @jasminesfury

#steven grant imagines #steven with a v #steven grant x reader #steven grant fanfiction #moon knight system x reader #moon knight x fem!reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant

[markantonys]

parsing through my thoughts on the TOM gawene conflicts as i've been rereading some of their scenes while working on my fic! as always, my interpretations are colored by my role as gawyn's defense attorney lmao

the core of these conflicts really is so good to me. because we have egwene, who has a complex about needing to do everything herself and thinking she can't rely on other people to do things on her behalf (due to her experiences of needing to strong-arm into supporting her aes sedai who only raised her because they wanted to use her as a puppet). and we have gawyn, who has a complex about needing to be useful to a more important person at all times (due to his upbringing as "a living sword for elayne's/andor's use"). and so OF COURSE they run into a problem of gawyn trying too hard to be useful to egwene, egwene getting mad that he's interfering and presuming she needs his help, and then gawyn getting upset that egwene is rejecting his help and not letting him be useful. tasty, delicious, organic, and in character if you ask me! and throughout, we see that they both care about each other and both ultimately want the same thing (gawyn becoming egwene's warder), but just can't quite understand each other well enough to get onto the same page about making that happen.

now, sanderson's spin on it of "oh, gawyn's too used to being a prince so he struggles to follow orders and play second fiddle" isn't the correct read to me. imo it's based on real-world, patriarchy-rooted assumptions of what being raised as a prince would be like, but in andor's matriarchal monarchy, gawyn has always been raised to play second fiddle rather than hold the spotlight himself and he never had a problem with it prior to TOM (in fact, he was actively miserable being a large-scale military leader), so transitioning from being elayne's first prince to egwene's warder shouldn't be too big a shock to his system. and he's usually shown to be pretty willing to follow orders - UNLESS those orders are to do nothing, which most (all?) of egwene's orders to him in TOM are. because he Needs To Be Useful and can't accept that sometimes he can help somebody best by Not Doing Anything (encapsulated perfectly by the "gawyn i need you to do something for me" "yes anything" "stop guarding my door" "what no!" exchange). so in that sense i think gawyn behaves pretty in-character in TOM, but sanderson just picked out the wrong reason for what's making him behave that way.

thus, the resolution of the conflict does stumble a bit. egwene being put in a situation where she would've died if gawyn hadn't helped her works for her end of it (learning to lean on others), but on gawyn's end it's kinda clunky. the lesson he Truly needed to learn is that sometimes the best thing he can do is nothing, but sanderson was under the impression that the lesson he needed to learn was that his place is in egwene's shadow and he must come to her as a warder rather than as a prince. hence, the resolution on his end is him accepting his own death as the price to pay to keep egwene alive. which is........kinda the opposite of what he needed to learn and basically contributes to his actual death in AMOL.........wait a minute, WAS this a mishandling by sanderson or was he deliberately making gawyn learn the wrong lesson to set up his death? lmao

anyway, at the end of the day the whole bloodknife sequence is SO goddamn romantic that i don't even care about some of the details of gawyn's motivations feeling off to me. literally a top 5 most romantic WOT moment from which i will never recover!!!!

#wot #wot book spoilers #gawene #gawyn trakand #egwene al'vere

[leeknowlover99]

Singles inferno with enhypen hyung line episode 3 inferno

previous part masterlist next part

pairings: heesung x reader, jay x reader, sunghoon x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: flirting, mentions of making out, anxiety, swearing, y/n is a bit indecisive

bright sun woke you up after staff pulled up the blinds. you blinked twice and realized where you are. all the memories coming back to you rapidly, arriving at inferno, first meal, couple matching, car ride with Heesung, dinner, swimming at night, Heesung’s lip on your while you made out in the kitchen. wait did that really happen? maybe it was just a dream? projection of your tired and overstimulated brain. you got so caught in your thoughts that the staff had to repeat themselves for the third time until you realized they are speaking to you.

“y/n please start getting ready. we’ll start filming you now. breakfast in 30 minutes!” someone rushed you to get up.

still very much in the haze you climbed out of your bed and headed to the bathroom. you quickly locked the door behind you. great, they were going to start filming right away so you had no chance of talking with Heesung about what happened at night. you started washing your face trying to get your brain to think faster. it was real. you knew it was. you still felt his burning touch and sweet taste of his lips. you immediately felt hot at the memory. now you needed the cold shower.

when you left the bathroom Heesung was already sitting in your bedroom fully dressed, styling his hair in front of the mirror.

“hi pretty” he greeted you with a bright smile.

“hi Hee” you smiled trying not to panic and went to grab your outfit. you packed short jeans skirt and corset for today. quite bold but you loved that combination. it looked super good on your body. after you got dressed you joined Heesung in front of the mirror to do your make up.

“wow look at you stunning as always. and we kinda matching” he winked at you. he was right, your skirt was matching with his dark blue shirt.

“is that destiny?” you decided to flirt just as he would.

“we’ll have to find out” he gazed at you with dark eyes. seems like memories from last night got to him too.

breakfast was such a feast, fruits, yogurts, pancakes, bacon, eggs - so many delicious things. you ate in silence sending each other knowing smiles and gazes. you wondered what will viewers think about your change of behavior compared to last evening.

“guys please talk, we need to make some content” director urged you finally.

you both laughed a little bit embarrassed but complied.

“so did you enjoy the last night?” Heesung asked with playful glint in his eyes.

you did not miss how he used word “night” specifically. you were sure what he was referring to.

“i enjoyed it more than i would like to admit” you answered munching on some mango.

“oh really?” he raised one eyebrow. “i enjoyed it too. a lot”

he grabbed a strawberry and handed it to you, you took a bite hesitantly surprised by his action. his fingers gently touched your lips as he was feeding you. it sent shivers down your spine, straight to your core.

“i’m wondering how coming back to inferno will be. i hope we spend a lot of time together.”

his words made something flatter in your stomach. but before you could respond loud announcement disturbed your breakfast.

“y/n you can’t come back to inferno with Heesung today” the voice said.

you mouth dropped and you looked at each both shocked and worried. did they found out about your kiss? are they going to expel you from the show? you started sweating. but were you the only one to blame?

“y/n new contestant is waiting for you in the lobby. please come back to inferno with him” voice continued.

Heesung eyes widened same as yours.

“what the fuck?” you asked surprised. Heesung looked angry now.

“what about me?” he asked.

“i have no idea what is going on.”

you were both mad confused. will Heesung have to come back alone? or will he even come back? you started to get worried.

“y/n you need to leave in ten” director urged you.

breakfast was abandoned, you quickly started to grab your stuff from around the apartment. many different emotions were stirring in your belly. you felt a tingle of excitement to meet the new contestant. but at the same time you were anxious and didn’t want to leave Hee.

„i don’t want you to go” he whined lying down in bed.

“i don’t want to be separated from you Hee, but we’ll see each other soon right?” you weren’t really sure.

“i guess” he didn’t look convinced. “don’t fall for another guy” he joked.

“and who said i fell for you?” you laughed.

“take care pretty” he said goodbye looking at you with a serious expression. for the moment you thought he was going to kiss you but then he stepped back and waved.

you made your way downstairs. bitter excitement buzzing in your veins. you carried your bag through the lobby. cameras shooting you from every angle. you felt like the star. white cabriolet waited for you in front of the hotel. inside you saw a sun kissed blonde guy in sunglasses. when he spotted you he immediately hopped off and opened the door for you.

“hello, i’m park jongseong, you can call me jay.” he introduced himself and you took a closer look at him.

he was very handsome and looked super cool with his precisely styled blond roots and undercut.

“hi, nice to meet you, i’m y/n” you responded sitting down in the car. Jay closed the door and circled the car to get in.

“what a way to make an entrance as a new contestant” you pointed at the elegant car. it looked expensive.

“a new contestant ?” he looked at you confused. “i thought it was you.”

you looked at him awkwardly. you had no idea what he meant.

“i joined yesterday with everyone, went to paradise and today they asked to leave my date and meet new person” you explained.

Jay’s eyes widened at your words.

“what the heck? it was the same for me!” he exclaimed.

“you were in inferno?” you looked at him questioning. was he trying to prank you?

“yes, me and other four people.”

“four?” you raised an eyebrow. “in my inferno there was six. everyone went to paradise.”

“wait does that mean there are two infernos?” he asked cautiously after few moments.

you thought about it for a second. it must be it, there’s no other explanation.

“looks like it” you confirmed quietly shocked at the discovery.

“we’ll find out for sure soon..”

you were still frozen from shock. Jay leaned over you, grabbed the seatbelt and fastened it for you. it made you blush involuntarily, he emanated such a masculine energy.

“let’s go?” he asked.

you nodded and he started the car.

“so they are separating the couples now? that’s interesting.” you commented after you drove for few minutes.

“not much separating on our side, me and Jia were the only couple.”

“oh really??” it meant you’re going to meet a lot of new people who hasn’t have a date yet.

“this season is so intense. so many things happening! i’m excited to find out what’s next” Jay started sharing. “i was actually surprised that there were only 5 persons, now it makes sense.”

“yeah i was wondering the same. also our island looks completely different. it’s very wild and hilly, there was a lot of walking.”

“oh so you’re going to enjoy my inferno. there are two beautiful beaches. i can’t wait to see sunset there, must be beautiful” his voice was soft and dreamy. you knew him for 15 minutes but already started to like his aura. it was so different from Heesung’s.

“but did you enjoy your evening in paradise?” you were too curious not to ask.

“the room was so pretty, super luxurious. and i ate delicious food. so it was pretty cool overall.”

“but did you enjoy the company?” you continued.

“hahah it was alright.” he didn’t seem very enthusiastic. “and you?”

“i really loved swimming at night, view was amazing. we had a good time.” you did not lie but also did not reveal too much. you knew you should be careful with your words.

“oh we didn’t go swimming, but we were in the spa, massage was great” he explained.

“that must’ve been so nice. if i ever go to paradise again i want to try it too” you got excited, you’ve never been in a spa, always too busy, but wanted to experience it since forever.

“i’m more than sure that you’ll go again” Jay answered and looked at you, keeping his eyes on your for few seconds. you felt heat both at his words and gaze. was he sending you a message? or are you reading into it too much? you wondered.

“we’re here” he announced as you made it to the helicopter. you unbuckled your seatbelt and starting getting up but he stopped you gently grabbing your wrist. it was first time you touched and you felt a jolt of excitement. “wait i’ll open the door for you.” he simply said.

Jay also took your bag, refusing your protests.

“it’s heavy, i got this, don’t worry” he assured.

you started walking towards the helicopter, but then you noticed something unusual.

“wait is someone already sitting inside?” you spotted a tall figure in there.

“hm looks like it.” Jay looked as surprised as you. “go in first” he gave you a helping hand and you stepped inside meeting the gaze with none other than Park Sunghoon.

“y/n hi” he waved visibly excited to see you.

“Sunghoon hi. what are you doing here?” you asked surprised but happy to see a familiar face.

Jay got inside the helicopter too and him and Sunghoon stared at each other in silence for the moment.

“i don’t think we met. i’m Jay” he spoke first.

“Sunghoon, nice to meet you.” he responded and looked at you question in his eyes.

“apparently there’s a second inferno. and we’re going there now” you started explaining.

“i was in paradise last night with a different girl but today they told me to pick up y/n from lobby and come back with her.” Jay added.

Sunghoon eyes widened.

“are you serious? that’s crazy!!”

“yeah i’m still shocked” you screamed as you already started going up and noise was making it hard to hear each other. “but where’s Soo-ah?”

“i think she left to our inferno. they told me that i’m not coming back with her and i should come down to the lobby.”

“ahh okay”

rest of the flight was spend in the silence. all three of you contemplating the new reality. it was only the second day and already so much was happening. you were sitting sandwiched between two super attractive males, and in the night you were making out with another one. it all felt crazy. too many thoughts were buzzing in your head, it felt like a helicopter was in your head too.

it felt like flight literally lasted only few seconds. you arrived at the island and it looked so different from the previous one. much smaller and less hilly. Jay continued being a gentleman and helped you get off the helicopter safely. now he was carrying your bag as all three of you were walking along the stony beach.

“wow it’s so pretty here” you awed looking around.

“it’s so cool. ours feels like a real inferno in comparison” Sunghoon agreed with you, also looking around with wide eyes.

“damn it must be really bad there. everyone is going to be so stunned when they see you. i bet they are not expecting it” Jay commented.

“i’m excited to meet everyone!” you felt curious about the remaining three contestants. you and Sunghoon were so lucky, you are going to know almost everyone now. only Jia staying a mystery. Jay offered you an arm as you were climbing up to the area where everyone was sitting. three figures were waiting for you at the long table. their heads turned in curiosity as you started getting closer.

“what’s going on?”

“oh my god”

you heard their voices as they realized that Jay came back without Jia but with two new people. you made it to the table and met their confused faces. it made you chuckle.

“Jay what is this?” asked a girl dressed in a float flowery dress.

“everyone meet Y/N and Sunghoon” he introduced you.

“i’m Yuri, nice to meet you” the flower girl responded first.

“hi, i’m Harin” said skinny girl with strong facial features, she was stunning. your first thought was that she must be a model.

“i’m soobin” the tall guy introduced himself. he seemed quite reserved but his half smile was adorable.

“they came from the second inferno” Jay dropped the bomb and proceeding to explain what’s going on.

they were all shocked and taken back. you told them the whole story while watching their surprised faces with amusement. it was so exciting. you noticed that Yuri was the most talkative and charming one out of the group while Harin and Soobin were hiding their emotions more and speaking less. Sunghoon also wasn’t talking a lot. you were wondering if he would prefer to be in your inferno instead of here.

after most of the questions were answered you decided it’s time for some rest before lunch. girls invited you to their room and you followed them. the place was small but cozy. three mattresses and little bed tables. girls said you can take Jia’s bed for now so you made yourself comfortable. you were glad you are finally able to rest a bit. this day was the crazy ride from the start.

“Y/N tell us all about the second inferno. it was three guys and three girls right?” Yuri immediately started the investigation sitting close to you. Harin kept her distance and sat by the opposite wall.

“yes, so you know me and sunghoon, i was in paradise with Heesung, he’s very playful and charming. Sunghoon went with Soo-ah, i would describe her as outgoing and loud” you tried to find words for a good synonym of annoying. but maybe you were just biased because Sunghoon seemed to like her. “and the third pair was Jake and Mina. Jake is very friendly, has like a golden retriever energy. and Mina is pretty much the same, super cool. i think they match really well.”

“wow, i really want to meet them now!” Yuri said with dreamy eyes. “but how was paradise? i was sad that i couldn’t go.”

“paradise was great, we had such a huge apartment with full windows. the view was insane. we ate a lot of good food and went swimming. it was a bit cold but nevertheless quite fun. so overall it was super cool. i hope you’ll be able to go soon!”

“how was Heesung?” now Harin asked the question.

“he’s so fun to be around, very flirty. i really had a good time with him” you tried to keep your answer short.

“but did he make your heart beat faster” Yuri continued questioning leaning in towards you.

“i guess” you responded hesitantly.

“ohhhh” the both giggled.

“and Sunghoon? do you think he likes the girl he went with?” Harin wondered.

“hm it’s hard to tell, but they seemed to click immediately in inferno” you responded.

“ah, he’s so in my type!” she confessed.

“it’s only day one, everything can change. but now you tell me about what’s up in this paradise!” you prompted them.

“Jia is the most beautiful person we’ve ever seen and she was so magnetic. the boys fell for her hard” Harin rolled her eyes at Yuris answer.

“yeah we didn’t have the chance.”

“ohh interesting, but Jay didn’t seem super enthusiastic when i asked.” you wondered out loud.

“‘maybe he wanted to keep it to himself or something” she shrugged.

“we were here all evening with Soobin but he’s very quiet, we didn’t talk much.” Yuri continued.

“maybe he needs some time to warm up” you made a guess.

“maybe, i hope he does. he’s quite cute.”

before lunch directors invited you to film an interview. they asked you multiple questions about paradise with Heesung, meeting Jay and arriving in second inferno. you were exhausted at the end of it trying to come up with the most honest but proper answers. after you were done you decided to stay at the beach where they were filming you and watch the sea. water was shining in the sunlight, like there was a million diamonds in it. soft waves were crashing against the rocks, pleasant sound of water filling your ears. you were trying to process all that was happening. even though only few hours passed you missed Heesung, you felt more secure when he was around. now it felt like you were left alone. you wondered what he was doing, was he as confused as you? or maybe everything was easy for him? you felt sharp stabbing in your chest when you thought about the possibility of him falling for Jia. she seemed amazing from girls stories. maybe she’ll make him forget you. you tried to push these thoughts away and focus on the present. you had the opportunity to get to know Sunghoon now. after all he was the one who caught your eye first. but he did seemed a bit reserved. you met his eyes few times as you were talking at the table but he always quickly broke the eye contact. and there was also the fact that Harin was interested in him too. you still wanted to talk with him though. but there was also Jay. he made a great first impression on you and was able to keep it. so good looking and such a gentleman, he was making your heart flatter. but again he was in paradise with Jia and you wondered if he liked it. maybe he didn’t want anyone disturbing him now. you were walking along the beach and over analyzing everything. you wish things were more simple for you but you were always the type of person who hyper fixated on things and analyzed too much. it is supposed to be fun. just do what you feel like at the moment. you reminded yourself.

you were about to head back to girls when you noticed someone walking towards you. you squinted your eyes to recognize the person. it was Jay.

“hey y/n! i brought an umbrella so you don’t get sunburnt” he said approaching you and opened an umbrella for you.

“thank you, i completely forgot about it” you laughed.

“what are you doing here all alone?”

“i think i just needed a little break. to be alone and breath, so much happened today, it’s crazy” you explained. you felt comfortable around Jay and you trusted him enough to be completely honest.

“ahh i see, understandable. so are you an I?”

“yeah hahah, i need my alone time to recharge.” you smiled. “and you? you look like an E.”

“good guess. but i still get you. sometimes i’m exhausted after socializing too much.”

“but the view of the sea calmed me down. it’s so pretty here. it almost doesn’t feel like an inferno” you admitted. you were already feeling a little bit better and conversation with Jay was helping as well.

“wait for the food and you will change your mind. and by the way lunch will be soon so i think we should head back to others.”

“oh right, let’s go.”

lunch was no where near the feast you had in paradise but it wasn’t bad - chicken and cucumbers. you peeled cucumbers with Yuri and Jay while others opened chicken cans and prepared water.

“i guess cucumber is better than carrot” Sunghoon laughed.

“ah i want to go to the paradise and eat all the delicious food” Yuri pouted.

“it’s so good trust me, i had steak yesterday and it was one of the best i’ve even tried” Jay shared.

“ah don’t talk about steak now, we’re miserable in here” Soobin nudged him playfully.

“the longer you spend in inferno the sweeter paradise will be” Harin said.

“i think i miss coffee the most” Yuri added.

“iced coffee would be so perfect now, it’s way too hot in here” you commented.

“yeah morning and evening is good but the middle of the day is like hell.”

suddenly an announcement interrupted your conversations.

“singles there will be couple matching today. it will start in an hour.”

you almost choked on your cucumber, Sunghoon patting your back to help you.

“thank you” you smiled at him.

“yah this is crazy! how are we supposed to chose someone!” Yuri exclaimed.

“we need to talk with others now so we can decide better” Harin proposed.

“yeah i think it would be good to talk more. we barely got any time” Jay agreed.

“Sunghoon can we talk first?” Harin made her move.

in a span of minutes everyone coupled up to have some quick conversation. at first you were left at the table with Soobin. you made some small talk, but you didn’t really feel the flow between you two. he was cute and handsome but not your type. you felt a bit awkward talking to him. next Jay approached you.

“Y/N let’s go for a walk” you agreed with a smile.

you felt more comfortable in his company and topics naturally came up during conversation.

“ahh it’s so amazing that you like to cook, i wouldn’t say i’m a master chef but really like it too. but i am not that much of a baker” you were babbling.

“i don’t have much occasions to bake but definitely want to try it too in the future. i was thinking about making cinnamon rolls.”

“i love cinnamon rolls!” you jumped in excitement.

“i’m getting all hungry from that conversation. i hope i’ll get to eat something delicious in paradise today.” you didn’t miss the allusion this time.

“me too. i want to order some sea food” you smiled at him.

“fingers crossed for good food today” he joked as you made your way back from the walk.

Sunghoon was waiting for you next to girls room.

“let’s get inside and hide from the sun” he invited you when you and Jay parted your ways.

“did you talk with everyone already?” you asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

“yeah and you?” Sunghoon plopped down next to you.

“i did too. so much is happening it’s hard to keep up.”

“it’s a bit overwhelming. but for me i immediately feel if i could like someone or not” Sunghoon confessed.

“hm so have you decided already?”

“not yet” he turned his head towards you keeping intense eye contact. his face was so unreal, he looked like a sculpted god. “did you enjoy paradise with Heesung?”

“it was fun” you kept your answer short. “and you with Soo-ah?”

“it was good, it made me realize something” oh he was being mysterious. you couldn’t figure him out. “did you talk with the girls?”

“yeah we had a whole gossip sesh” you laughed.

“hahaha i knew it! i told the boys that you probably know everything now. but don’t worry we chatted with the boys too.”

“so you know who likes who?” you raised your eyebrow studying his face.

“i might know some things. but i won’t tell. bro code is real.”

“i guess that’s good. it means you can keep a secret.”

“of course i can. don’t ever offend me like that” he nudged you playfully.

“sorry sir, my bad” you nudged him back.

loud knocking on the door interrupted your laugh.

“sunghoon, y/n time to chose. write the name of the person you want to go with on the ticket and throw it in the mailbox.” director explained to you handing you paper and pen.

you had five minutes to make a decision. you considered it for a bit but decided not to give it too much thought and went with your gut feeling. you wrote the name of the person and threw the ticket in the box. now you could only hope he had chosen you as well.

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[bfwonu]

"i'm going to ruin you." + jeonghan :D

pairing: jeonghan x afab!reader wc: a lil over 1k tags: this is smut - minors DNI. dom!jeonghan, brat!reader, reader has a vagina, some pussy slapping, masturbation (f), poor attempts at dirty talk, descriptions of sexting (f -> m)

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hannie just got out, i’ll be over in 20  i want you on the bed in the pink set when i get there.

both your heart and stomach do somersaults as you re-read your boyfriend’s texts, giddily heading to your bedroom to get ready for his arrival.

jeonghan left early for work today. and, despite your insistence that you would gladly wake up early with him on your days off so you could at least see him before he left (even if it meant your eyes are barely open and you only remember fragments of the kisses and see you laters), he still lets you sleep in every time.

(jeonghan’s logic is that he’ll have plenty of time to spend with you when he gets home, and to him that was more than worth the wait. he likes how peaceful you look in the morning, cheek squished against your pillow and a halo of hair framing your head. he likes the way your lashes flutter ever-so-slightly when he presses a kiss to your cheek, the subconscious smile that graces your lips when he pulls away. the fluttering fondness that lingers in his stomach is just enough to tide him over until he’s able to see you again.)

what jeonghan failed to consider, however, is that you woke up extra needy this morning, and he wasn’t there to do anything about it. which is why you decided to menace him a bit and send him photographic evidence of your desire throughout the day; selfies of your pert nipples covered only by a tight top, pictures of the wet patch on your cotton panties, provocative captions about missing him attached to each. jeonghan replied to none of them for fear of starting something in his office bathroom that he wouldn’t be able to finish, but rest assured he drove home irritated and reluctantly hard at your actions.

you’ve been quite the brat today, there’s no point in denying it. the only thing you managed to not do was touch yourself…until now, that is. 

in your excited haste to get ready, you left yourself with a solid thirteen minutes before your lover got home. you truly did try to be patient, legs folded and hands smoothing over the covers mindlessly. but after a few minutes the anticipation started to eat you alive, heat rushing to your core just thinking about what might happen once jeonghan returns. you figured you could rub a quick one out without him noticing (and boy, were you so, so wrong).

feather-light touches over your merely covered breasts travel further and further down until you’re rutting your clothed cunt into your own hand, fingers teasing your entrance over your thong. you then slip them under the fabric and into your hole with ease, already wet with anticipation, and you groan when the heel of your palm grinds deliciously against your clit. the pressure of your fingers is dull compared to jeonghan’s, but your imagination fills in the blanks and you find yourself approaching your high much sooner than you expected.

lost in your own arousal, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment click open and shut, nor do you hear footsteps approaching the open door to your bedroom. it’s not until he loudly clears his throat do your eyes snap open, fingers halting mid-thrust as you spot him leaning against the doorframe. oh, you are so screwed.

“go on,” jeonghan slowly makes his way to the side of your bed, arms crossed. “don’t let me stop you.” his eyebrows raise expectantly, but you know he doesn’t mean it. you’ve already done more than enough damage. 

“i’m sorry,” you pout, removing your fingers from your pussy and biting your lip at the lewd pop. “i just- i missed you so much…”

jeonghan tilts his head tauntingly. “oh, so you thought it would be okay to tease me like that all day? do you know how hard it was to focus in my meetings?” he seethes, “i even chewed out one of my interns because i was so wound up.” a sliver of guilt bubbles in your chest, hoping you didn’t add too much stress to your boyfriend’s day. your worry is put at ease, though, when you spot the tent in his pants. your gaze flickers back up to meet his, a mischievous glint in your eye, and you don’t miss the way the corner of his mouth quirks up when you do so. you know he loves it just as much as you do– almost as much as he loves you.

“and now here you are, touching yourself without permission,” jeonghan purrs, before letting out a scoff. “couldn’t even wait another 20 minutes ‘til i got home.”

another meek apology is all you can muster, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second with your legs still spread and bottom lip caught between your teeth. jeonghan kneels on the bed in front of you, thumb pressing a painfully slow line up your clothed pussy. you let out a whimper at the minimal relief it gives you.

“guess i’ll just have to punish you then, hm?” 

you whine his name in defiance, hips bucking up into his hand in search for more friction. the whining probably isn’t helping your situation, but if you don’t cum soon you think you might cry. 

as much as he wants to indulge in you— because he’s finding it nearly impossible to appear unaffected by your desperation— jeonghan is feeling a little mean today, delivering a slap to your aching clit over your panties instead. you gasp, jaw going slack when the sting morphs into pleasure almost immediately after.

“so needy, even after being a brat today,” he chides, but the fire in his eyes falters momentarily in a silent question: was that okay? 

your boyfriend smirks at how quickly you nod your head– you liked it much more than either of you expected. you feel even more arousal seep out of your cunt as he does it again, a little harder this time, and you let out another whine. getting him riled up at work was so worth it.

“oh, angel,” jeonghan chuckles darkly, “i’m going to ruin you.”

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[your-desire666]

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College Professor Lucifer X female reader

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“ All right class that’s it for today , please remember midterms start tomorrow , so study up” Mr. Lucifer exclaimed while rolling his sleeves up and leaning back on his chair. He’s hot I’ll give him that, I would do anything to have him fuck me on his desk. But that can never happen he’s too professional for that. So collecting your stuff and your nasty sinful thoughts. You made your way down the lecture hall as carefully as you could. Can’t have none of these low life’s stepping on your new shoes.

“Mc Stay” Mr. Lucifer declared before you could bolt out the room. “ Pardon?” You questioned trying to sound as oblivious as you could. You knew why he stopped you, your rock bottom failing, scrapping the fucking barrel for a good grade failing. “ I said stay , we have something to talk about, so pull up a chair to my desk.” He said , but between you and I he more like commanded and you’ll be dammed if you disobeyed him. And that’s exactly what you did, grabbed the nearest chair and dragged it to his desk. Yup dragged ,he’s wasting your lunch time so might as well annoy him a little.

Unknown to you Lucifer has been trying to hide his hard on. Hell he tried to give it a little rub to make it go down. The cause of his problems is you. Walking around like you own the fucking place. Mini skirt on with knee highs on. Fuck he could feel his precum leaking out of him. The thought of fucking you with your skirt on. To bend you over his desk with both legs apart. To slip his tongue in you from the back and taste all your delicious juices. The bare thought of shoving his length into your tight hole made his mind go fuzzy.

“Mr. Lucifer !!!” Snapping out of his trance he looked down at you. “Right , your failing so I’m gonna give you some extra credit assignments to do.” He coughed out. Your not stupid , well none school wise. You saw him rub his wee wee. Although the tried to do it subtlety he failed really bad. And you weren’t gonna say something either watching him do it made your core heat up and there was only one thing that could ease your pain. “ Mr is there anything else I can do apart from the assignments to raise my grade?” You batted your pretty little eyelashes at him.

Realization hit him like fucking bricks. He knew that you knew that he was hard. You only made it easier for him for him by offering to do something else. So he got up made his way to the door and locked it. “ Get on the table” he sneered. “ Yes sir .” You replied. He didn’t give you. chance to say anything else before he shoved his tongue down your throat. Exploring and savoring every inch of it. You let out a gasp as you felt his manhood grind against you. He was big , real fucking big.

He trailed kisses down to you neck and sucking and biting as hard as he could drawing blood ,making you moan loud and before you knew it his fingers where down your throat. “ quite down doll don’t want somebody else to hear those pretty moans of yours right?” He whispers into your ear while licking and nibbling at it.

Laying you down on his desk he pulled your underwear off and tossed them onto the floor .”Open them wider sweetheart” and you did as he commanded. Back arching as you felt his digits dig in and out you making suck harder on his fingers as to quite down. He angled his fingers at your g-spot making you almost cum. “Faster please faster” you whined out . And he did as you told , bringing you closer to the edge. Just as you where about to cum he pulled them out and flipped you over on your stomach and before you could protest he shoved his length in you.

Lucifer loved seeing your eyes tear up and legs tremble. He didn’t give you time to adjust before he was sliding out till he could see his tip before slamming back into you. With every thrust he made he hit that spot that made your knees weak. He grabbed your hands and put them together behind you back making you bounce of his manhood.You where screaming by this point with absolutely no regard of who heard you. His thrust started getting sloppy and you could feel his manhood twitch inside you indicating that he was near. With one last thrust he filled you to the brim with his cum. “ How about we do this more to raise that grade of yours yeah?”

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